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whoof February 24, 2009
I feel like shit today. Just horribly wiped out and indescribably awful. Woke up with the sensation of having been beaten with a sandbag, so I called in, took care of the B, and crawled back into bed for another five hours. And when I finally staggered to the bathroom at 9:30, I realized why I felt so bad--and why yesterday was such a bitch, come to think of it.
The monthly bill has come due again. And it�s getting considerably rougher every freakin� month.
Soooo�I slept, I activated and programmed my new phone, I deleted everything off my old phone (for donation to the women�s shelter), I surfed a bit, I watched a little TV, and now I�m writing this. Big day, eh?
I think I�ll round it out with a little comfort food. Anybody else want some macaroni and cheese?
Reading: "Frequent Hearses", by Edmund Crispin. "The Distant Echo", by Val McDermid.
Surfing: Big Love recaps.
Listening: nothing to speak of, unless auditioning ringtones counts.
At Random: click here
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